Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.